Imagine waking to the sound of old-fashioned typewriters being furiously worked by frenetic old-fashioned typists... That is, apparently, the sound of sparrow chicks being fed. I heard it this morning twice, though it has been quiet since. I can't see these chicks, but I am glad to know they are lively! Yesterday was deck-gardening day. Every summer, of course, it is a different garden, and I make no plans, it is just whatever catches my eye at the garden shops. This year there are a couple of... Sign in to see full entry.